Risen Anew

Under autumn’s foliage

crimson reds

charcoal oranges

browns crushed to gold.

Crisp air

frost covered grass

shattered glass

crinkles beneath my feet.

Breath comes out

vapour in the air

simple chill

the type that stings

when one first stirs.

Apple pink cheeks

scented lips on mine

taste the last golden rays of summer

peaks of time

send me up

send me down

now though I know the difference.

Grim tidings

autumn use to bring

sullen days

grey clouds

simmering overhead.

I felt broken down

battered

lifting my head

a chore that seemed insurmountable.

Time clicked by

snail’s pace

crushed beneath a burden of blackness

crawl I did

through day and night

knees blooded

hands scraped

I no longer cared.

Here I lay

so my epithet began

soul shattered

life lost

wait no

I do not want to go.

Surge of fire.

Rage.

No more shall I be this puppet

danced upon the strings of the past

time has come

let go.

Rising

strength from head to toe

phoenixed ash

glory a robe I wear

for I am woman

for I am finally myself

listen to my voice roar.

©Sept. 22/19

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